My lithe and lovely colleague Jesse has just returned from NYC, looking VERY leggy in a pair of A.P.C. 'hipster' raw denim jeans. We all cooed as he twirled between the desks in his new look, but seconds later I was EEEWWWWW-ing very loudly at his announcement that he would not wash these trousers... ever. The lovely and talented intern Hazel then offered the helpful suggestion that if they start to smell, this can be easily remedied by a night in the freezer. EEEWWWW again. Listen, I am all for suffering for fashion and have literally been carried by strangers through NYC's meatpacking district when my bleeding and bruised feet refused to go on in tortuous Jimmy Choos, but stinking for fashion is another beast altogether. The first whiff I get from those things and I'm getting the hose. Don't say I didn't warn you....

A.P.C. Hipster Jeans 'Modeled' by Jesse

Posted and Photograph SAM